Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Tang Ling was lost in thought when A Yu brought Doctor Zhou to take her pulse.

"Well, the young master's pulse is much calmer. Take two more doses of medicine. I will prepare a new prescription for you in two days and reduce the dosage." Doctor Zhou's words were exactly the same as Qinglan's.

Tang Ling smiled and said, "Doctor Zhou, could you give me a less bitter medicine?"

"Haha, sir, you're joking. Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. If you find it too bitter, you can try mixing it with some honey water."

Ah Yu was clever and said, "It was Ah Yu's negligence. Please don't blame me, sir. I will prepare some honey for you."

"Thank you."

After seeing Doctor Zhou off, Tang Ling casually asked Ah Yu, "Is the prince in the palace today?"

"My lord, the prince has left the city."

"Out of town?"

"Yes. The prince loves horse racing. He bought a piece of land on the outskirts of the city to use as a racecourse. He goes there every now and then."

Qi Xiao seemed to have not left the palace in the past few days. Perhaps it was because of Tang Ling, or perhaps it was because of other reasons. It seemed like it was just his youthful nature to want to go out and play after being bored for a few days, but Tang Ling still felt strange. He had just captured Ye Huai and he was already out...

"Miss Ayu, your prince saved my life, and I wanted to give him some gifts to show my gratitude. I wonder what else he enjoys besides horse racing?"

Qinglan looked at Tang Ling in a daze. Could it be that he really wanted to thank that little bastard?

Ah Yu said, "The prince enjoys horse racing, cuju, hunting, mahjong, and backgammon. Well, if you want to give me a gift, then give me something fun."

"Fun? Like?"

"Well, let me think... the prince also likes to collect all kinds of rare weapons."

"Weapons..." Tang Ling murmured, then gave a bitter laugh. "Miss Ayu is trying to embarrass me. I do have some treasures in my luggage, but all the legendary weapons in the world come from the Chen Kingdom. How could I have any weapons I could give to His Highness?"

"This... Young Master, please don't blame Ah Yu. Ah Yu isn't the prince's maid, so she doesn't really know his preferences, let alone making wild guesses."

"I'm sorry for making things difficult for Miss Ayu. It's okay, I'll think about it. If the prince returns home, please let Miss Ayu know."

"Okay. If you don't have any other instructions, Ayu will go and make the medicine for you."

Qinglan waited for Ah Yu to leave and closed the door carefully. When he turned around and was about to ask something, he saw Tang Ling opening the two boxes they brought with them and looking for something.

"Sir, you really want to give him a gift?!"

"Well, help me find something good."

"But, but why is this happening, sir?"

"No matter what, he saved me and Ye Huai, so he deserves a thank-you gift." Tang Ling's thank-you gift was not sincere, but he had to show weakness to Qi Xiao.

Qing Lan reluctantly helped Tang Ling rummage through the boxes and drawers, muttering quietly, "Didn't he already take the young master's hairpin? That was his favorite. He's no different from a bandit."

Tang Ling glared at Qing Lan, telling him to stop talking nonsense, and then said, "If possible, I really want to exchange the hairpin back."

"Oh..." Tang Ling carried with her treasures that were priceless, and Qing Lan was reluctant to give any of them to Qi Xiao. But since her master had spoken, Qing Lan had no choice but to obey.

Tang Ling looked through the box and found quite a few jewels and jades, but none of them were suitable for Qi Xiao. Qing Lan opened a long box and waved it before Tang Ling, just about to close it, when Tang Ling snatched it away.

Inside the brocade box was an ancient topaz fan, a truly priceless item.

"Sir, this won't do!" Qinglan wanted to snatch it back as soon as he saw it. This ancient fan was a gift from the late emperor to the marquis. This Ganhuang nephrite jade is extremely rare and precious. In terms of value alone, Tang Ling's mutton-fat white jade hairpin cannot compare to it. The fan pendant alone is worth a thousand gold.

Tang Ling ignored Qing Lan and ordered, "Go and find a blank folding fan."

"Ah?" Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this wasn't the one he was going to give her. That's good.

"go."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

Qi Xiao had instructed that whatever Tang Ling wanted should be met as much as possible, and that blank folding fans would be given to her if she asked for them. He even sent over a dozen at a time for Tang Ling to choose from.

Tang Ling selected a fan with high-quality wood and a simple style, and picked up her brush to paint a picture of a galloping horse on the blank fan.

Tang Ling's hands were weighed down by the weight of worldly energy. Drawing with his wrist raised was a struggle, and he needed a break every so often. He spent over two hours painting a single fan, drenched in sweat. He considered writing on the back, but couldn't think of anything better. His hands were sore and aching, and he truly couldn't hold a pen anymore. After some thought, he decided against it, lest his unstable grip ruin two hours of work.

"Qinglan, bring the ancient fan here."

"Ah? Didn't the young master want to give this fan as a gift?"

"You go get it."

Qinglan slowly brought out an ancient topaz fan and handed it to Tang Ling. Tang Ling cut a topaz pendant from the fan and hung it on the folding fan she had painted, then placed the fan in a brocade box.

"This... Sir, what's the difference between this and buying the box and returning the pearl? Besides, this fan goes with this pendant..." The yellow jade ancient fan without the pendant was heartbreaking to see, and Tang Ling casually threw it on the table, which was really horrible to look at.

"Nonsense, sir, my painting is not worthy of a piece of jade?"

"That was not what I meant."

"Go ask Ayu if the prince has returned?"

Qinglan knew that no matter what she said, it would be useless. She could only carefully put away the ancient topaz fan and went out to look for Ayu with a pout.

A Yu came twice when Tang Ling was painting a fan. Seeing that Tang Ling was concentrating, she did not dare to disturb her until Qing Lan came to ask. A Yu hurriedly went to ask Qi Xiao, who came soon after.

"Zi Yi, do you have something to talk to me about?" Qi Xiao strode into Tang Ling's room and sat down casually on the armchair.

"I have been grateful for your care these days, Your Highness. I have no way to repay you for saving my life, so I have no choice but to give you a small gift to express my gratitude. I wonder if you would appreciate it." Tang Ling held the brocade box in both hands and handed it to Qi Xiao.

Qi Xiao was not curious at all when he saw the brocade box. His eyes just glanced over it lightly and then fell on Tang Ling's wrist.

Qi Xiao reached out and grabbed Tang Ling's arm, frowning: "Why is your wrist rubbed? Ah Yu!"

Ah Yu was waiting at the door. When she heard Qi Xiao's shout, her heart skipped a beat and she hurried in: "Prince."

"What happened?! I told you to serve the young master well, how did you get hurt?!"

"Your Highness, please spare my life!" Ah Yu fell to her knees with a thud.

Tang Ling was startled by Qi Xiao's surliness and hurried to help Ah Yu out. "It has nothing to do with Ah Yu. These shackles are too heavy. They just rubbed a little. It's okay."

Qi Xiao lowered his eyes and looked at A Yu. The fierceness in his eyes was chilling. The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly and became bone-chillingly cold.

"I'm fine. Just apply some medicine and it will be fine overnight." Tang Ling was suddenly a little afraid of the little devil in front of her. The murderous aura on him was even heavier than that of Su Qin, a veteran in the battlefield and wearing armor. Even though Tang Ling didn't know martial arts, she could clearly sense the deadly danger.

"Did you hear what the young master said? Why don't you go get the medicine?"

When Ah Yu heard Qi Xiao's words, she felt as if she had been pardoned. She hurriedly retreated from the house and ran all the way to get medicine for her wounds.

Qi Xiao still held Tang Ling's hand, looked carefully at the wound on his wrist, and said, "It's not worth it."

Tang Ling didn't understand what Qi Xiao meant for a moment. The next moment, Qi Xiao took the brocade box from his hand, pulled Tang Ling to sit down, and then let go of her hand.

Qi Xiao opened the brocade box, unfolded the folding fan, and looked at the galloping horse painting hand-painted by Tang Ling. His expression finally eased a little. He looked at it carefully for a long time without saying a word. After looking at the fan, he pulled up the fan pendant and took a look at it. Suddenly, he pulled off the fan pendant and threw it directly to Qinglan.

Qinglan was so frightened that he almost jumped up to catch the topaz fan pendant. If the fan pendant was broken, Qinglan's heart would be broken into pieces.

"Qinglan!" Qi Xiao suddenly pulled the fan pendant, which surprised Tang Ling, but Tang Ling was even more shocked by Qinglan's momentary loss of control. He was looking for death!

Fortunately, Qinglan was quick-witted and caught the fan pendant steadily. He was still in shock and was scolded by Tang Ling again. He felt anxious and aggrieved.

Qi Xiao didn't even look at Qing Lan, pretending he didn't exist. He just smiled at Tang Ling and said, "I like the fan very much, thank you. But the jade is too cumbersome and doesn't match the elegant and majestic galloping horse painting, so I don't want it. I'll carry the fan with me, and I don't want the box."

Tang Ling was stunned. He knew the topaz pendant and brocade box didn't go well with the folding fan, but he hadn't expected Qi Xiao to refuse it without hesitation, even nearly throwing the pendant away. He held the folding fan in his hand, seemingly cherishing it. He wanted to trade the fan for a hairpin, but fearing Qi Xiao would despise it and refuse to return it, he hung the pendant on the fan. But he was wrong.